I [f]ucked the one that got away, [m]any years later (LONG)

Names and identifying details changed to protect the not so innocent. Good stuff starts at ~*********~

I met Kellan in high school through – suspend your disbelief for just a moment – French club. Oddly enough this was the basis for what remains to this day one of my most intimate friendships. In high school, every emotional experience is technicolor, loud, world-consuming. Baring your soul to your best friend at 16 is all the more vulnerable because you haven’t yet learned all the reasons you need to hide it.

When we started dating we were absolutely smitten. As time went on – you know, the breathless pace of a high school year – I was increasingly frustrated that he wouldn’t mirror our emotional intimacy with the physical. He worshipped my body, let me suck him dry in the darkness of his car in the driveway, but couldn’t get over his Catholic guilt to consummate it with me. We got so close over and over again, and every time I went home dejected and unsatisfied. So, out of frustration and pent-up sexual tension, I fucked his best friend on prom night and that was that, or so I thought.

He lives in New York now, doing research and getting his PhD in computational mathematics. I’m in our home town and married – not unhappily, that’s for sure. But I could never quite banish Kellan from my mind. After time had scarred over some of our old wounds, we picked up a regular correspondence over text. It was innocent enough, catching up on our lives, that sort of thing.

One night, we were up later than usual talking and the conversation began to drift in a direction we had both deemed inaccessible. You know, the slow start at first when you drop your folded paper boat in the water, but mere minutes later it’s made its way far from the shallows to the deep center of the lake. Floating precariously, one misplaced splash of water away from sinking.

Likewise we floated slowly, smoothly, from the topic of our relationships to sex to suddenly, the confessions of how much our bodies are aching for each other, how often we both fantasize about the other, how desperately we want to make up for lost time and opportunities. “I’ll be in town this week for the holidays. Let’s get a drink,” he offered. I felt completely electrified, like my entire body might short circuit just at the thought of sitting next to him at a bar. Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder – no, it grows more desperate, more incorrigible, more willing to throw everything away just for one second of indulgence.

We met at neighborhood spot, the kind that’s dimly lit but with patinaed vintage chandeliers instead of old grimy bulbs. I could barely hear over the rush of my own heartbeat, accelerating in anticipation of being physically close to him again. I felt like I was walking on an electrified high wire, terrified yet thrilled by the precarious uncertainty of this meeting.

Kellan wasn’t paying attention as I sidled up to the bar. I tapped his shoulder. “Hey, stranger.”

I felt him jump just a little, startled at my touch, and I let my hand linger softly on his shoulder. “Katrin…..” he trailed off as his eyes surveilled me top to bottom. He had always loved my hourglass shape, the beautiful ratio of my firm breasts and ass to the gently nipped curve of my waist.

“You look great. What are you drinking?” I asked, since his jaw was still slack in admiration. He shook his head a little as if to shake himself out of a trance. “Just some whisky. How do you take yours?” he replied, smiling wryly. Eager to warm up, I let him order me a glass of Japanese whisky, neat. The slow, measured sips added an edge to the tension between us as we made small talk, catching up on recent events as if we weren’t both imagining the same sordid fantasy.

Our conversation came to a natural lull and we both took long sips from our whisky glasses, now nearly empty. I set the heavy glass down on the bar and looked over to Kellan. He met my gaze and gently nodded his head. He knew what I wanted. I watched as he pulled out a leather wallet and pulled out two crisp twenty dollar bills so we could close our tab without waiting any longer. I almost wanted to laugh – of course he carried perfectly fresh bills in his wallet. It was so like him.

Kellan led me out of the bar by the hand. I could tell he was trying to contain himself as he started walking briskly, then abruptly slowed his stride when he realized he was practically starting to jog to his car with me in tow.

We drove to his hotel in near complete silence, save for the soft rustling of fabric as his right hand deftly landed on my left thigh and beginning to explore it slowly. It felt like we were holding our breath, waiting for the moment of release when we finally reached the privacy of the hotel room.

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Kellan shut and bolted the door behind us, and I barely had time to turn around before he had my petite frame pinned against it. He had always been incredibly strong, my favorite sight to see shirtless. His hands gripped the sides of my neck as he parted my lips with his tongue and kissed me like I was his first drink of fresh water on a deserted island. I ran my hands down his chest and toyed with his belt buckle as he guided his lips down the side of my face and kissed my neck, deeply breathing in my scent.

“I’ve been waiting to make it up to you for so long,” he murmured into my skin, floating his tongue over my collarbone like he was savoring an expensive glass of wine. “Now get undressed,” he commanded.

My submissive streak still alive and well, I obliged and slid off my skirt, then peeled the lace corset bodysuit from my skin. “Just like you remembered?” I asked innocently. Kellan smirked, but I could tell he was struggling to hold himself back from my body. “Even better, Katrin. Even better than I remembered,” he replied. His eyes flashed with hunger as he grabbed me around the waist and threw me onto the bed.

Kellan pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor, then unbuckled his belt and let his pants and boxers fall to the floor. I couldn’t help but stare at his cock – the subject of so many dreams and fantasies, made worse by the fact that I had taken it into my mouth and hands before, but never deep into my body as I so desperately wanted.

He lunged at me and buried his face in my full breasts. I’d always been blessed with curves, but time had filled them out so much more than he had remembered. As he started to suck on my nipple, his hand moved down to my dripping-wet cunt. One finger went in, then two, and after teasing me with that for a few minutes, he began gently rubbing my clit, turning my soft moans into primal ones that engulfed my entire body. Kellan took a break from my kissing my breasts to lock eyes with me as I writhed under his hand.

“Kell…..just fuck me already. I need you to fuck me,” I begged. I was afraid an orgasm would send me so far over the edge that I’d black out. He knew, and he cracked a smile, savoring his absolute control over my body. He stopped teasing my clit, and for a moment we were completely still and silent. I could feel the heat radiating from our bodies.

After this brief respite, he kissed me deeply, tenderly, taking his time to savor me. “Get on your knees for me,” he ordered as he pulled his lips from mine. I had been waiting for this. I lowered myself off the bed as Kellan stood before me. I took the very tip of his cock into my mouth, taking it slowly and watching his muscles tense in anticipation. I lay kisses down the length of his shaft so I could taste every inch. Then I gave him the satisfaction I knew he’d been dreaming of. I wrapped my lips around his girth and took all of it into my mouth. Keeping my eyes locked to his, I went further and further down his cock, finally making it all the way to the base. My non-existent gag reflex was his favorite party trick of mine. For a moment I felt like a 17 year old girl again, so eager to please that I’d do anything he wanted.

He reached down to grab my hair – I could tell he was trying to maintain a semblance of control over me, but I knew it wouldn’t last for long. Suddenly I started bobbing my head up and down his shaft, wrapping my hand around it. He involuntarily tightened his grip on my hair. The ecstasy was overtaking him, but I was careful not to let it get too far. I only gave him a minute or two of my attention, then wiped my mouth and stood up. He seemed to sway a bit as if I had thrown off his balance.

I gripped his cock with both hands and looked him in the eyes. “Fuck me now, Kellan. You’ve been waiting 8 years. Fuck me now.” Grinning, he threw me back on the bed. “I want you on top of me,” he said. “I want to watch you feel every inch of me for the first time.” I climbed on top of him and took a moment to tease the tip of his cock with my wet pussy, gently grinding on top of his shaft. I wanted him to squirm a little before he got the satisfaction of my body.

He ran out of patience quicker than I anticipated. Grabbing his dick with one hand and my hip with another, he guided himself into the entrance of my cunt. I could feel my wetness dripping onto him. He brought his hand to my other hip and pushed my body down onto his cock.

My whole body shuddered and I felt my back arch involuntarily as I explored just how deep he could go inside me. Kellan momentarily seemed to be in shock, too, perhaps even disbelief that after all this time, after all the near misses and the frustration and the coy texts and the fantasies, we were finally getting what we wanted.

The disbelief barely lasted a few seconds before Kellan wrapped his muscular arms around my torso and pulled me down to his solid chest. I held onto his shoulders tightly and buried my face into his collarbone. God, it felt so good to have my body on his.

The only sounds in the room were our ragged breathing and his massive cock slamming my tight, slick cunt. Just when I started to worry this might be over too soon, Kellan slowed down, leaving his cock at the fullest depth of my pussy, then grabbed my hair and pulled me up so he could look at me. I was surprised when he didn’t say anything; instead, I felt him withdraw his cock from my body painfully slowly. I closed my eyes so I could soak in how it felt, every inch of it against my pussy. When he had made it all the way out, I felt him tease my clit with the tip of his penis. I was so wet and so on edge that even that brief contact made me shudder on top of him.

“Why are you teasing me, Kell?” I asked breathlessly. He was slowly bobbing the tip of his cock back and forth against the entrance of my pussy. The anticipation was torture. I wanted it back. I needed it back.

“You want this, baby? How bad?” he growled at me. “I need it. Oh my god, fuck, just give it to me…I need your cock,” I replied in frustration. “What do you want?” he asked with a smirk this time. I knew he was enjoying lording this power over me, but I also knew how desperate he was to fuck my brains out. I lowered my face to the side of his, and kissed his cheek gently before I whispered, “Kellan, tear me up. Give me your dick and tear me apart. I want you to ruin me.”

As if I had just flicked a light switch, he slammed his cock back into me. No longer able to contain my moans, I nearly screamed. He kept up his quick and powerful thrusts for a minute or two before slowing down again. I pulled my torso up and placed my hands on his shoulders to hold myself up, letting my full breasts swing tantalizingly in his face. He moved one of his hands to my lower back and pushed it down, forcing me to arch my back and push my breasts into his face. As Kellan bit and sucked my nipples I felt them harden in his mouth. The feeling of being fucked and having my tits sucked simultaneously was nearly enough to send me over the edge right then and there.

When I could barely stand it any more, I struggled to pull away and extract my breasts from his tongue. I sat back on his cock and watched him wince in pleasure as he felt it hit deeply inside me. “You can’t keep fucking me like this forever, you know,” I chided him with a laugh. “I’ve got something else in mind.” I slowly lifted myself off of his cock and got on all fours. “Why don’t you take me like an animal?”

Before I could blink, he was behind me with his hands on my hips. He took a second to grip my ass with both hands, and suddenly I felt a swift sting as he slapped me. Hard. He gently rubbed his hand over the spot he had just hit – surely it was blooming a flushed red for him now – and then hit me again. “You like that, don’t you, you little slut? You just want to get fucked like a whore,” he said, leaning down to whisper in my ear. The hot steam of his breath made my hair stand on end. “Yes, baby,” I gasped. “Give me everything you have.”

With that, he rammed the full length of his cock into my pussy. I nearly buckled in the middle from the wave of sheer pleasure, like his cock was setting off every single one of the millions of nerves inside me. He slowed down for a moment to lean back and admire the way my cunt gripped his shaft as it slowly moved in and out of my body. I heard him lick his fingers, then bring his hand down to rub my clit while leaving one hand on my hip to push me back and forth along the length of his cock. I convulsed in ecstasy. Being filled with a huge cock, feeling my own wetness against his fingers as he touched me, knowing how intensely he wanted me…..I was transcending far past any of my previous sexual experiences.

After enjoying my body on top of his for a few more minutes, Kellan paused again. “Come here,” he beckoned, his voice softening as he patted the side of the bed next to him. I dismounted his dick carefully, nearly wincing as that unearthly feeling of fullness disappeared from my body. I laid at his side and draped my arm across his toned chest. His right hand came up to tuck some of my messy hair behind my ear, and then he pulled me in for another kiss, passionately exploring my mouth with his tongue. He knew how much I loved a sloppy, almost-too-eager kiss. I loved to feel like I was just his toy, and he was playing with me just as he saw fit.

He drew back his face and gave me a hungry stare. “Roll over. Onto your other side.” I acceded to whatever this plan was, and dutifully turned over so I was lying on my left hip, with my back to him. I felt his strong hands grab my legs and reposition them, spreading them ever so slightly as he angled his hips into mine. I could feel the enormity of his rock hard cock against my ass for just a second before he maneuvered it out from between us and held it right against my pussy.

His left arm snaked under my body and his hand gripped my throat, while his right arm wrapped across my torso with a hand on my breast. “Do you want some more, Kat? You want me to fuck you again?”

The pressure of his hand against my throat alone was almost orgasmic. I tried to nod. “Mmhmm,” I moaned, as his right hand teased my clit with his cock. Instead of shocking me again by ramming his full length into me, though, he gave it to me slowly this time. This was soft, tender, intimate with nearly every inch of our bodies touching one another. “You wanna take your time, don’t you, baby?” I whispered, smirking a little. Kellan draped kisses along my ear and the crook of my neck. “I never want to forget what this feels like,” he whispered back.

It simultaneously felt like we spent an eternity and only a few blissful seconds entwined like that, silent save for our ragged breathing and my occasional whimpers of pleasure. We were moving in perfect rhythm, my ass grinding against him softly while his cock was deep inside my pussy. I craned my neck towards him and let him engulf me in another deep, hungry kiss.

“I want you to come for me. Right now,” I demanded, as our foreheads pressed together. “I need to feel you fill me up.” I felt his arms tighten their grip around my body and I knew he was going to give me what I wanted.

Instead of speeding up his thrusts, he slowed his pace to a deliberate and careful rhythm. “I’m only going to come for you if you do the same for me,” he whispered in my ear between rough breaths. His right arm moved down from its spot massaging my breast, and found its way to my clit. He started to rub me in perfect sync with the thrust of his cock.

For the first time in my life, I experienced an orgasm that felt what I imagine a huge ocean wave to feel like. I could see it building up, and when it reached me, I felt the sheer bliss cascade over me and reverberate over and over. As I cried out I felt Kell start to shudder, too. For a few moments we rocked back and forth together in the aftershocks of something neither of us had felt before.

I went back home to my husband and Kell flew back to New York and his fiancée. For a long while we let our text messages lay silent; I think we both worried that if we fixated on it too much, we’d never be able to get enough. To this day I don’t know how either of us is satisfied about that insane, once-in-a-lifetime night, but strangely enough, we are. I sent him a wedding gift. He sent me a Christmas card. And when I can’t fall asleep, I get myself off thinking about that night again. I know he does the same.

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